september nineteenth, mmxvi

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dear you,

for some odd reason I feel as though I can't do this. any ounce of strength only seems to have drained from my body. I feel like a walking corpse without you. everything is the same. wake up, school, home, sleep, repeat. it's a never ending cycle that doesn't have a beginning or an end. I feel so empty. people say that once you die there's just darkness.

I'm starting to think that somehow I already died.

- me

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